[Verse 1]
I say I’m an artiste…you say “Spit a bar, Tisse!”
So I get a hard beat, then I rip it apart, EAT
Yall listening to charred meat, those remnants of hard beef
But I’m not regretting any scars I keep because they’re part of me
I’m tryna get in a rhythm and spit this hellish shit I’m thinking
But I’m unhealthy, father’s kid is no physician
And I’m in a predicament, I’m in need of a prescription
I’m sick with a mental illness science isn’t so familiar with
I’m over dealing with every single thing I think on a daily basis
And I hate that I lay awake in stasis states while staring blankly
Out into outer space, or how I stay complaining bout my place
In a Vacant Basement, if this the way it’s that it’s bound to stay
I ain’t gonna “Make it”…but what the fuck does that bullcrap even mean?
I don’t wanna seem like I’m being facetious or evil, but rap is a freaking scheme
I don’t wanna sell my soul to the corporate demon unless that shit’s redeemed
Get to me? Innervisions’s seen my depth, so let me vent and leave this scene
[Chorus]
Okay, now I've decided to take the time
To tell you within a rhyme that nothing inside my mind is fine
I'm scarred smashing these rappers track after track while I'm rapping ‘em
This is madness, y’all are talking smack but I don’t get the sarcasm
Sometimes I just wanna quit rhymes
Then I drop a sick line and I’m up again live
I'm scarred smashing these rappers track after track while I'm rapping ‘em
This is madness, y’all are talking smack but I don’t get the sarcasm
[Verse2]
No I’ve never been cool and I never been popular, but I'm rocking this spit
And I’ve never been a tool, I’ve never been cocky, but how awesome is this?
My syllable spool is sewing a costume I can rock in the wind
I don't get it how the rudimentary nonsense tops, and I flop with this flint
When I strike this rap, light this match, everything aflame when I write these facts
A hype beats slashed? It might be matt, can I get a reputation well-liked tracks?
"Ye" and can I get a like please after? "Nay" whatever get a life "keep sassing"
Kay, I don't get the badge or the acting, cuz I don't get shit if it's sarcastic
Maybe because I come from around the metro
They're bound to let go their sour death notes
But I drown in direct quotes, as loud as deaf goes
Empowered breath ' s prose now is found on my headstone
I vocally vent, opening drowning dead souls
For now I'm bound down in the underground, so let's grow
But I've found however many downloads get sold
Is not in correlation to your sound or sets though
[Verse 3]
Yo, all I see is frames but no faces
It's like I’m praised by the nameless
They say they show support but they’re flaking
No wonder I'm afraid of the faceless
The fakest and the fickle and the faithless
I feel like every compliments evasive
They're playing when they saying that I make hits
Because really they ain't giving any saved shits
credits
from Tisse,
released April 20, 2015
Prod. TCustomz
Mixed by Sinatti Pop
"Sauce is Matisse" is a rapper based in Charlottesville, VA inspired by both underground and mainstream music across all
genres. His work showcases a sound between raw hip-hop and the most technical metal outfits.
After being described as a mental paradox, he was given the advice to “contain” that paradox in order to allow all sides of himself to coexist.
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023